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Yeah, G-Unit |
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Yeah, ey, ey |
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I think I gotta' have it |
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And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet |
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I'm goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |
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Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict |
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It ain't too hard for me to grab it |
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Goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |
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Man, I think |
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I'ma dig it to to the life |
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That I had so |
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I risk it runnin' the street |
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With the h*** more, three deep in the |
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SUVThe bigger you blow, the less you see |
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The more you hear, the real n**** lost his life right there |
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It's hard to believe the flipper's the reason he's not here |
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So he came over somethin' that ain't his |
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That jeopardize the well being of him and his kids |
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That's how it is, |
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Cig's in the whole crib |
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Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs |
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Or went and got a dirt with the worms |
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With the result of the codes, packed funeral homes |
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Know the names 'cause we tattoo in the morn' |
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I'm gone, just cruisin' back to in the morgue |
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So f**** rap, we comin' at to you with a song |
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When you hear that pointed at you and your gone |
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I think I gotta' have it |
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And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet |
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I'm goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |
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Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict |
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It ain't too hard for me to grab it |
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Goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |
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I got my pocket's right, my rocks are bright |
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The drop is blue and the watch is white, right |
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That's why they watchin' me as far as |
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I can seeIt's all mockery and |
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I'm tryna' be all lockin' me |
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Now that my foot's in the door, there's no stoppin' me |
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It's pure poetry, |
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I got a lil' pock' in me |
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Not internationally, they jockin' me' |
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Cause my money green and blue like |
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MonopolyThey all left a name all around the globe |
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Get still |
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South side, |
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I was bought up by the curb |
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And I was told, everything ain't gold |
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It's to the glitter, they had to drain the pain with the liquor |
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The world don't turn, unless the money move |
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The early bird get the worm and the dummies lose, true |
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We hear the strugglin' in the grind when |
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I talkI breathe and |
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I bleed New |
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York, eyI think |
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I gotta' have it |
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And it keeps pullin' me in like a magnet |
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I'm goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |
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Yeah, it's like c**** to an addict |
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It ain't too hard for me to grab it |
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Goin' with this kinda music |
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Puts me right back on the block |